down some of the wire.
“ Okay, this goes around the
hind legs, tied together as tightly as you can. See?” He looked
around the area of the pole and found a short piece of iron rod, a
half inch in diameter. “We keep this, one or two of ‘em, around for
the tightening of aforesaid wire.”
He had picked one of the smaller
animals to work on.
He showed them how to stick it into the
braids of wire he had made. He twisted it and twisted it until the
wire bit through the flesh and the blood flowed fresh and
hot.
“ You don’t want to break
the wire.”
It was biting into the bone now and it
looked safe enough to support the weight.
He had five or six feet of wire,
several strands of it, now tied to the young hog’s hind
legs.
He stood back and took a deep
breath.
“ What we do here, lads. I
lift the thing up as high as I can get it—”
“ And one of us ties it
up.”
“ That’s right. Here we go
then.”
One of them had a question.
“ What about my arrow,
sir?”
“ Aw, don’t you worry about
that. They come right out when they’re properly cooked.”
The others laughed although the one
that asked the question looked as if he didn’t quite believe
it.
“ We’ll get to that later,
boy.”
The dummy probably wanted it for a
souvenir, which said much about their thinking at that
age.
Garvin grabbed the hog by the head,
leaning forwards as he did so, and then turned away from it. He
straightened up, spun around and gave a good heave, finally leaning
forwards under the weight.
“ Not too bad.” He grunted
and staggered over on bent knees and with short, careful
steps.
It wasn’t much over his own weight, he
reckoned.
A couple of the boys were right with
him, trying to help support the weight but not helping
much.
He went in between the benches and
under the long pole. The boys hopped up onto the
benches.
They were on both sides of him. They
each grabbed a leg and took some of the weight. He stopped and took
a breath. Now he gave a good shove and the thing went up a few
inches under their combined impetus.
“ Tie her off,
boy.”
“ Yes, sir.” The last kid’s
sticky red hands flew, and then Garvin gratefully let go, albeit
cautiously.
The wire took the weight with no
discernable problems. The hog hung upside down, swaying
slightly.
He grabbed the nearest
trooper.
“ There you go. Now slice
its throat and then you men can do the other ones.” They all stood
there looking sheepish. “I want you to wait about a half an hour,
right? Basically, after that you make a big long slit. Starting at
the breast, you go from the breastbone right down to the pecker,
the cunt or the asshole. Do not cut through the genitals or the
asshole. Use a real sharp blade. Do not cut too deeply. A half an
inch, maybe even less, that should be plenty, and then you carefully go through the
second layer, without cutting into the intestines and all
the shit, get it?
We don’t want to spoil our King’s dinner, or our own for that
matter. Then you pull all the guts out. Save all that because some
of it’s good eating. After that, come and get me and I’ll show you
what comes next.”
They were only going to be given so
many options. He turned away decisively.
So.
That is the way it is done,
boys.
His hands were pretty bloody, and he
hadn’t done his tunic much good either.
He strolled away to let them figure it
out and have a few minutes away from the boss.
They would have much to talk
about.
Chapter Nine
Vall, Ambassador of the Great Khan, had
arrived in Windermere with barely enough warning to have proper
quarters prepared. The Khan’s official couriers had only arrived
four days previously to announce Vall’s imminent arrival. Members
of the party were to be installed in the largest apartments in the
castle excepting her own and Theo’s. The higher-ranking were
located in the southeast tower and up several flights of stairs.
The foreign servants had been scattered where they
“ Okay, this goes around the
hind legs, tied together as tightly as you can. See?” He looked
around the area of the pole and found a short piece of iron rod, a
half inch in diameter. “We keep this, one or two of ‘em, around for
the tightening of aforesaid wire.”
He had picked one of the smaller
animals to work on.
He showed them how to stick it into the
braids of wire he had made. He twisted it and twisted it until the
wire bit through the flesh and the blood flowed fresh and
hot.
“ You don’t want to break
the wire.”
It was biting into the bone now and it
looked safe enough to support the weight.
He had five or six feet of wire,
several strands of it, now tied to the young hog’s hind
legs.
He stood back and took a deep
breath.
“ What we do here, lads. I
lift the thing up as high as I can get it—”
“ And one of us ties it
up.”
“ That’s right. Here we go
then.”
One of them had a question.
“ What about my arrow,
sir?”
“ Aw, don’t you worry about
that. They come right out when they’re properly cooked.”
The others laughed although the one
that asked the question looked as if he didn’t quite believe
it.
“ We’ll get to that later,
boy.”
The dummy probably wanted it for a
souvenir, which said much about their thinking at that
age.
Garvin grabbed the hog by the head,
leaning forwards as he did so, and then turned away from it. He
straightened up, spun around and gave a good heave, finally leaning
forwards under the weight.
“ Not too bad.” He grunted
and staggered over on bent knees and with short, careful
steps.
It wasn’t much over his own weight, he
reckoned.
A couple of the boys were right with
him, trying to help support the weight but not helping
much.
He went in between the benches and
under the long pole. The boys hopped up onto the
benches.
They were on both sides of him. They
each grabbed a leg and took some of the weight. He stopped and took
a breath. Now he gave a good shove and the thing went up a few
inches under their combined impetus.
“ Tie her off,
boy.”
“ Yes, sir.” The last kid’s
sticky red hands flew, and then Garvin gratefully let go, albeit
cautiously.
The wire took the weight with no
discernable problems. The hog hung upside down, swaying
slightly.
He grabbed the nearest
trooper.
“ There you go. Now slice
its throat and then you men can do the other ones.” They all stood
there looking sheepish. “I want you to wait about a half an hour,
right? Basically, after that you make a big long slit. Starting at
the breast, you go from the breastbone right down to the pecker,
the cunt or the asshole. Do not cut through the genitals or the
asshole. Use a real sharp blade. Do not cut too deeply. A half an
inch, maybe even less, that should be plenty, and then you carefully go through the
second layer, without cutting into the intestines and all
the shit, get it?
We don’t want to spoil our King’s dinner, or our own for that
matter. Then you pull all the guts out. Save all that because some
of it’s good eating. After that, come and get me and I’ll show you
what comes next.”
They were only going to be given so
many options. He turned away decisively.
So.
That is the way it is done,
boys.
His hands were pretty bloody, and he
hadn’t done his tunic much good either.
He strolled away to let them figure it
out and have a few minutes away from the boss.
They would have much to talk
about.
Chapter Nine
Vall, Ambassador of the Great Khan, had
arrived in Windermere with barely enough warning to have proper
quarters prepared. The Khan’s official couriers had only arrived
four days previously to announce Vall’s imminent arrival. Members
of the party were to be installed in the largest apartments in the
castle excepting her own and Theo’s. The higher-ranking were
located in the southeast tower and up several flights of stairs.
The foreign servants had been scattered where they
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